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"Stop? You're telling me... to stop?"

Lynn remained calm, only muttering a single sentence before glancing at the three people in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Patton had already run to his left, his hands already on the bowstring.

On the right, Natasha held one hand in front of her, while Lynn noticed that her other hand was slowly reaching for the pistol on her leg.

As for Matt, who suddenly appeared in this meat grinder, he stood directly opposite him, forming a standoff.

Lynn noticed a faint smell of blood emanating from Matt, as well as bloodstains on his clothes, and guessed...

It's not surprising that this "New York vigilante" who roams the night intervened, probably because the commotion in Queens was too big.

For a moment, the four people were locked in a standoff.

A soft, sobbing sound echoed through the quiet street, mingling with the crackling of the flames, creating a somewhat mournful atmosphere.

"I told you, you'd better pray you don't get caught by me..."

Matt spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

"This mother and daughter have laid down their weapons and pose no further threat to you, so..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"I...I surrender! My daughter and I surrender!"

The middle-aged woman's voice trembled slightly, her eyes were moist, and she slumped on the corpse on the ground, holding her equally terrified daughter.

But he kept glancing at the "devil" out of the corner of his eye.

"Please...please don't kill me. My daughter is only sixteen. Although we are assassins, we only take on small, routine jobs."

"It was because of the generous reward that I decided to come and try to see if I could change my life."

However, the women harbored even greater fears.

As an ordinary person, after seeing Lynn jump from the fifth floor, I immediately knew that I had to leave!

But before she could react, Lynn was no longer in sight, and the sound came again, this time a series of wails.

Even close-range shots couldn't hit, especially seeing with my own eyes the dent in the chest and the broken arm...

The woman felt utterly devastated.

After everything settled down, she wanted to run away, but she watched as the man of her family died at Lynn's hands, and in the end, she couldn't hold back.

"Listen to this! Now you have even less reason to intervene. They have surrendered, and all the trials are to be handed over to the law and the court."

"You've killed enough people today. Look at all these corpses! Don't you have any respect for life?"

"Looks like I wasn't wrong, you really are an executioner!"

The sudden reprimand startled everyone present.

As soon as Matt uttered the word "executioner," Barton's bowstring tightened even more, the arrow still locked onto Lynn's shoulder.

That's a position that can instantly deprive someone of the ability to move.

"This is not how we cooperate."

Barton said in a deep voice, "Lynn, he's right."

"They have laid down their weapons and made it clear that they are surrendering, which means they are no longer a threat."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s job is to control threats, not to execute. We have no right to judge anyone in place of the law."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the mess and corpses scattered on the ground.

"I know Kingpin's exorbitant bounty has turned this place into hell, and I know you're under the most pressure."

"But it is precisely at times like these that the process becomes more important; it lets us know that we are different from them."

Natasha did not speak immediately.

Instead, she removed her hand from the holster, and after a few seconds, she took a deep breath before slowly speaking.

The sound was soft, yet it carried a heavy, penetrating power.

"Lynn, look at that girl."

Natasha's gaze fell on the sixteen-year-old girl.

She was sixteen.

"I know what you're thinking. She's an assassin. Since she's come to this place, she should be prepared to die."

"Logically, you're right. But sixteen years old..."

She paused for a long time.

"I was also sixteen when I was training in the Red Room."

Natasha's voice was almost inaudible, yet it reached everyone's ears in the quiet street.

"The first target the instructor told me was a corrupt politician who had killed many children."

He told me: This is not murder, this is justice.

She looked at Lynn, her eyes swirling with complex emotions.

"I believed it, so I fired the gun."

"But I later found out that the person wasn't a politician at all; he was a journalist trying to expose the Red Room."

"I'm not saying she's innocent," Natasha said, shaking her head as if recalling that dark past.

"I'm talking about... how many of the choices made at sixteen were truly choices? Was that really what she truly thought?"

"How many were dragged down this path by their parents, cornered by life, or blinded by a 'chance to change their destiny'?"

She took a step forward and stood next to Matt:

"Hand her over to us."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has a special evaluation process for juvenile offenders. If she is truly beyond redemption, she will receive the sentence she deserves."

"But if..."

Natasha didn't finish what she said after "if".

But everyone understood what it meant.

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Lynn did not loosen his grip on the knife.

He listened quietly to everyone's words.

"Are you done talking?"

The voice was very soft, yet it silenced everyone.

Lynn's gaze swept over Matt, Barton, and Natasha, finally settling on the mother and daughter.

He immediately let out a sneer, his laughter full of mockery.

"so what?"

"Don't you know I'm the biggest victim? Weren't their guns pointed at me? Didn't they fire?"

"The bullet could hit me, it could hit Frank, or it could hit some other unlucky guy."

Lynn's eyes gradually turned cold, and his tone became increasingly indifferent.

He never expected that something like this could happen at this juncture, with corpses all around him making him let go.

He couldn't contain such magnanimity and kindness in his heart.

"When Kingpin put a $100 million bounty on my head, why didn't any of you go and tell him to have some compassion?"

"When these assassins, armed with guns and knives, rushed at me to take my life, why didn't they say 'lay down your weapons and surrender'?"

Lynn's tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

"You have your principles, and I have mine."

"I don't believe that children who lose their fathers or women who lose their husbands can let go of hatred, let alone two killers!"

"I won't make that mistake."

"I believe that after today, if there is even the slightest chance, the two of them will spare no effort to take revenge on me."

"I will not risk my life to confront the ugliness of human nature. This is a blood feud that must be resolved."

At this point, Lynn paused slightly, raised the knife in his hand, and spoke each word clearly without the slightest hesitation.

"To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots!"

"They must die!"